Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Erasure,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.